At times I feel like there really is nothing. What is the point of me ? What’s my purpose ? What am I supposed to do in this world that holds any type of value and meaning ? What is my direction ?
I don’t know any of it...

misty days
of moisture and sun rays
grass as tall as tree trunks
rolling by
a breeze fills my eyes
with skunk

nose blind
we roll on
and on we roll
between the weeds
this private show
no one need no
what goes
on and on and on
inside misty
days of mine

kisses by the sun define
golden brown backs
where nails scratch
eggs hatch
we lay

message relay

you cannot escape fate
nor hide truth
but one thing you can do
is be you
honest and true

no matter where you learn
nor from who
relay races
ideas and encompassed facts
as a matter of lies
I feel that
this poem is out of wack

started writing
what I want
the universe only gives
what I need

always pleased to know
I need not much
but provided
and more and more
I remain faithful to you
and more and more
I give to you
you give me too

Full circle
everything everlasting
dance and sing
from night till morning
these are my days  
rich and plentiful
watch as my garden grows
under the misty rays of my
moisture

I’ve spent so long being my own woman,
I don’t know how to share myself anymore.

- Leah

"I care for you!"
******* prove it.

There's never any greetings, only goodbyes
Never true happiness, only darkest nights
Whenever you fall quiet I'm the first to ask what's wrong
But when it comes to me, the silence stays strong!

Who is there for me? Do I really mean so little?
I go mad screaming at mirrors, slathered in my spittle!
I act out what I want to say, because of all the times
You told me, to tell myself I'm worth more than I realise!

Something of value isn't easily discarded
Something that matters isn't so quickly parted
I trusted in your words, they were my final hope
Now it's time for the hangman's trick to go and get the rope

I would do everything she would ask,
Because  shes someone who has always hidden her pain with a mask,
Without seeing her my day is incomplete,
Because she’s  the reason why my heart beats .

For me she’s someone who has sacrificed everything ,
Because  she’s more powerful than a king,
For what she has done I would bend all day to touch her feet,
Because she’s the reason why my heart beats.

Sometimes she kills her wishes to complete mine,
Even when she’s sick she says  she’s fine,
From skipping her meals to make me eat,
She always gives a reason for why my heart to beat.

Whenever she sees me crying,
I see the inner her dying ,
Because  she’s  the one who feels the heat,
She’s truly the reason why my heart beats.

The day I was born,
There was a lady who got all her smiles on,
She was the first one to take me in her hand,
And till date she has always taken my stand.
I can’t ever thank her enough,
Because she gave my heart a reason to beat.
                                                 -Darsh Parekh

Your texts brought with them
Little busts of joy
I'm sorry I acted so coy.
Reading those words;
"I love you"
Boosted my self-esteem.
If I could be loved by you,
Then I'm worthy to be loved.
But then you destroyed me,
And now I constantly seek love and approval
From sources that don't even matter to me.
And that *****!